My wooden vibrating mouth
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Sing me your loverĄŻs song
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Come with me weĄŻll head up north
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Where the rivers run icy and strong
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The empty theater is lying cold
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In the shadows of the past
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A church group enters to touch the molding
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With a burst of song and a simple repast
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Guitars canĄŻt help but sing
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CanĄŻt help but ring
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A tiny little flute is whistling in the lips
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Of a stranger on the corner
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A tiny little girl ties flowers to her wrists
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And the bees come round to adorn her
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All the time spent dreaming is never lost
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Dreams come back through the bells of trumpeting horns
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Souls lost into the ether of death
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Come back wise in the eyes and the arms of newborns
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Hearts canĄŻt help but sing
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CanĄŻt help but ring
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Ether Sings
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| Laura Veirs |
